Lately I’m seeing undeniable signs of spring. Oh, I’m not talking about daffodils, Easter bonnets, or robins trilling on a budding branch, though those are heartening, too. Here are a few reliable signs that spring has sprung:
– Passover Coca Cola with the yellow cap. [Previously on macbebekin, though the images are stripped.]
– And, courtesy of Jagosaurus, a harbinger of spring in our nation’s capital: the appearance of the National Cherry Festival mascot… Paddles The Beaver. No, really: Paddles The Beaver.
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Paddles is an Easter Beaver.
I wish you could have been present when I told Dennis about Paddles The Beaver last night. He maintained a dignified air of restrained amusement, but I kept bursting into giggles, even hours after you introduced me to The National Beaver.
[obligatory: Jag gave me Beaver Fever.]
What a lovely way to burn.
Wait.
I think the burning is a bad thing.
You should probably see someone about that.